The Last StationSmoke stacks rise in the distance        we've been here before        scent of horror on the tip of my senses        railway cars filled with scorn        unclenched...

Tell me about desire SpiceIt’s nice Not your usual loverIt’s me ….

The seat numbers put them together 11C and 11D, the bus itself had decided before either of them had a say. She checked her seat, while he was already sat on his. They sat next to each other, initially...